Reincarnator

Cough.

Inside the rock mountains around Allen Canyon.

Looking at the machines that are being built relentlessly in the interior of the mountain crisis hiding deep underground, R-canoyl Pael, a technologist, swallowed a small murmur.

'... Who brought this blueprint?'

I'm from Technorat. I'm up to the R rank.

Its ability is undoubtedly, and there is little you do not know about the grand schemes that are made within the family.

This gigantic plan that the family is putting to death right now, the Walls of Allen, is also being led by themselves.

But there are two things that even you can't understand.

One is the fundamental, absurd force of heterohumans.

The other is unconscious technology delivered through the household direct line.

And both existed before his eyes.

Cough!

A distant meta-human flashes up a giant spire.

No equipment, no hands.

A huge lump of iron, 700 m in length and 100 m in diameter, flashes into the hands of a small human being less than 2 m in diameter.

It's unrealistic, but it's all real.

'Besides... women.'

Cough!

The woman raises the spire, supporting the whole body against collapse, then raises her right hand to touch the communicator in her ear.

At the same time.

Dental work.

You hear a rough communication sound from R-canoyl Pael.

< There are only a few left. Can we take him north to 112? >

R-Kanoil Fael looks stunned at the sight of him holding that giant spire with one hand and quickly replies to the comms.

<... right. We'll take it that way. N123141, position H01689, please. >

< Okay. >

R-canoyl Pael said, with the spire raised, without any other answer.

Whoo-hoo!

You continue to fly towards the canyon that extends deep below the chasm in Kasan.

I can't believe you went in there.

Inside the canyon, where no ship, nor fire, can operate properly due to powerful interference.

There are only those meta-humans in there who can walk around free with that giant spire.

If they tried to push the spire inward with their own power, it would have taken them decades more.

You have to disassemble all this and fly it as a part, assemble it from the inside.

'No, not until it's burned to the ground.'

The woman disappearing in the intense red light emanating from between the canyons and the spire, R-canoil Pael shakes his head and slowly steps forward.

Towards the place where the woman disappeared, next to which there are still 17 giant spires left.

Kuoooooo.

Looking closer, the size was even more overwhelming.

Almost one, one battleship scrambled.

'This is what I heard.'

Cough.

After pushing the spire with his bare hands into the unbelievable reality, R-canoyl Pael finally regained his mind and turned his gaze to the entire spire because of the heavy resistance he felt at his fingertips.

I don't understand women, but this spire is the same.

A mysterious spire that came down from the top and still has a lot of unknown parts.

Even the core parts that were manufactured and sent here from the central, neolime used technology that was impossible to understand at all.

He was assembled here under his command, but he couldn't quite figure out what his driving principle was.

There is only one thing you know.

Eventually, it was powered by an artifact that had been hidden deep inside the neuraim.

If for security reasons it is still stored in the capital, but the 17 spires left deep in the Allen Canyon are secured, then the artifacts will also be moved here.

'I hope it's over soon.'

It is not a pleasant feeling to oversee the proper implementation of plans using what you do not know.

Tiny mumbling R-canoyl Pael looks away, towards the capital.

.................................

"You're staying here?"

Samuel shakes his head at a number of such questions.

"You don't have to go up there."

Climbing up does not bring out bread, nor does it bring out comfort.

On the contrary.

Can't you go up there and take a dime for something good?

The conclusion that you have to fight stronger and more intimidating enemies is close to 100%.

Isn't it even weirder to insist that we have to go up there vaguely in this situation?

There is only one reason why people are going up.

The anxiety that comes from not being left behind by someone.

But even that anxiety comes from the desire to go up.

If you let go of the desire to go up, even the anxiety of being left behind goes away.

'I realized it too late.'

Samuel mutters to himself and shakes his head.

To be precise, it's not reality that I realized late.

I just realized later that my ability to beat and climb was not that great.

"John Stone. I'm sorry for you. I asked you to come up with me…"

But Samuel shakes his head.

It's too late.

Now the plan is almost complete.

You don't have to take the risk in this situation.

Samuel frowned and said, looking at Hansoo.

"We need the artifact. I can't give it to you."

Hansoo muttered to himself, looking at him in front of his eyes.

'He doesn't speak.'

It's not a bad judgment.

It's not selfish.

But the problem is that it's only valid under the assumption that Abyss won't collapse.

Now, in less than six months' time, even if Utopia is built here, as he says, six months from now, Hell will unfold.

'Explaining that Abyss is going to collapse... it won't work.'

Hansoo shakes his head, looking at the eyes of the man with a firm attitude, vigilant to himself.

The difference between the original description and the excuses is a piece of paper.

Even if it is the same content, it is explained by one who is favorable, and if one is unfavorable, it is an excuse.

'And now he's stronger.'

Hansoo kicked my tongue.

This is why, when I get dizzy, I wanted to take a 4-star picture and move.

With that much power, we can move through anything that really matters.

But as long as they keep shaking their backs, they'll be ready to move and there's not enough room to move.

'Well, let me think.'

Hansoo opened his mouth to see him.

"What are you going to do?"

Samuel pondered a number of such questions for a moment.

Whether or not to answer this question.

But Samuel made a decision.

To tell you.

'I'll... take you anyway.'

Samuel mutters to himself, looking at Hansoo.

At first, I just came up with an idea to get him to back off.

I was worried about myself.

Hansoo still remains a menacing image in his head.

I tried to ignore it, but the memories of the time I had watched from afar did not go away.

That's the same as it was two years ago.

What if the screen shows enough power to win, but there are more hidden cards?

That's why I have a proposition for each of you to stand down.

If you insist on intimidation from the start, and if he really has a hidden hand, you can't avoid collisions.

Things like that are awkward.

However, he took a step back from the proposal with a choice.

'I'm sure I can't afford it... to walk away from here.'

If you have the power to penetrate in a straight line, there's no reason to go back here.

It means I'm not confident that I can overcome the power I showed you on purpose like a helpless protest.

If so, I can't give you a hard time here.

It's 3-star now.

But what if a little time had passed?

One day you will become a 4 star, and then you will certainly lose.

'... I'm annoyed. I've been up two years faster and I've only made this much difference.'

Samuel shudders slightly in his mind, but soon Samuel shakes his head.

First of all, enough to get us there.

It seems that space travel could also be used, so it is difficult to irritate it awkwardly.

You must capture it at once before you flee.

Finished thinking, Samuel carefully turns his magic inside his body and opens his mouth to turn his nerves.

"I intend to breach the great wall. Covers all Neropa alliances."

"By the power of the artifact?"

It was John Stone who greeted Samuel with a nod.

"What the fuck... what does that mean?"

Samuel replies briefly to John Stone's remarks.

"I need time."

The Neropa Alliance is currently powerless.

To be precise, I put something new into my hands that could turn the tide of war in one fell swoop, but I didn't have time to use it.

Hit the wall for that.

A huge barrier that will allow us time to survive.

No ship, even if the opponent uses the artifact in the same way, will provide a barrier that will give them time to stop it.

"What the... fuck. That doesn't just make you a good guy. Why is our land here?"

John Stone mutters absurdly.

Even if the Neropa Union wins like that, what does that mean?

A Hunting Dog with all its original purpose is taunted.

I'm glad their land isn't flooded to the brink of death by victorious bastards, but they're helping them.

Samuel mutters coldly.

"That's something we'll figure out. Kang Hansoo. You... come with me now."

At the same time.

Quadrudruple!

Earlier, the waves of steel that were scattered all over the place burst from the ground and bound one body at a time.

Simple, but the skill varies depending on who uses it.

'There's a lockdown on space travel.'

Hansoo takes a brief look at the binding technique of his body and mutters briefly.

It looks simple, but all three skills are being sealed off by subtly intertwined residue.

Quadruple!

As a test, Hansoo shrugs his shoulders, looking at the grip of the immovable metal, but only splitting it.

"You said you'd let me go if I stepped back."

In a word like that.

Samuel smiles and smiles, expressing his satisfaction at the thought of success.

"Please understand. You're too dangerous to let go. But how many questions did you solve?"

Hansoo muttered to Samuel.

"I know it wasn't a bad conversation... but I need to see the guy standing behind you for more details."

"What?"

Hansoo laughed at that.

"I want to hear the story of the guy who painted the big picture instead of you."

Hansoo mutters coldly.

If we're gonna do this, we gotta do it right.

Now that I hear it, it's a puppet.

At the same time.

Quadruck!

The Devil of the Thirteen.

Aroella of Horn Dreams.

Hansoo grabs the relic that was hidden in the tent.

At the same time.

Kuaaaaaaang!

I couldn't shake the convenience of the energy spilling from the artifact, and my grip burst at once.

Hoodluck!

"This is insane! I thought you couldn't use it."

"People have their reasons."

Seeing Samuel's ridiculous expression, Hansoo grabbed the crystal in his hand and straightened his senses everywhere.

Even though it was a little smaller, even though it was more than a thousand leagues away, I could feel the overwhelming presence.

'I don't know what any of them are drawing... but if they step on what you're drawing, they'll pop out.'

Whatever it is you're hiding.

When the whole bowl is shaken, it protrudes.

Kuuuhhhhhh!

The sound of a falling cry strikes the atmosphere.

Hearing Hatara's cry as she starts running for food from afar, she mutters a small murmur.

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